Whenever—
clear
out of nowhere,
without
any trigger—seeming-
ly free
from violence
and vim
and
all attendant
vignettes whatsoever—save
for
the sheer fact
of its
sudden
penetration
and
impact
on a landscape—
warm light enters,
enlivening all particles;
that's when—
some of them
begin
figuring to one another—here's!
where
the violins
should start
to fade in—and marveling,
oh!—how
it just makes
and ruins
the whole thing.
